My phone rings through my ear repeatedly until it goes to voicemail. I shift my body toward the road as if I’m going to see him. I step closer to the bay. “Hey, Kyle?”
He pops his head up from the front of the car. “Yeah.”
“Did he say when he would be back?”
He comes around the car with a towel in hand, wiping off the oil. “Nah. He just said he’d be back.”
I nod, letting out a sigh. I was hoping to say hi. He says he loves when I surprise him at work. I’ve enjoyed it too.
Water runs down my hand as drops of liquid slide down the cup. The coffee is melting, and it’s not going to stay good. “Well, do you want this?” I raise the cup.
“Sure.” He says, reaching out his black, oily hand and taking the coffee from me. “I could always use more caffeine.”
I grin slightly. “At least it won’t go to waste.”
“Thanks.”
I nod softly. “I’m going to head out. Can you let him know I stopped by?”
“Will do,” he says, stepping away from me. “Thanks again.” He raises the coffee up.
I nod again, get in my car, and head out.
I center myself in work, not even thinking about Zayn not calling me back from my call earlier. Until he comes stomping into the house. “Babe. I’m home,” he yells.
“In the kitchen,” I say and continue washing the dishes.
He comes around me and kisses me on the temple. The smell of oil invades my nostrils, again. “Hey.”
He leans his hip against the counter. “Hey.”
“How was work?” I ask, placing a mixing bowl into the dishwasher.
He crosses his arms. “Good. How was your day?”
I narrow my eyes at him. Did Kyle not tell him I stopped by? Awkward silence fills the air. “I stopped by earlier and you weren’t there.”
He stiffens against the counter. “Oh yeah. Kyle told me.”
I search his gaze. “What errands did you have to run?”
He looks down and then back up at me. “I had lunch with an old friend.”
“Oh, really.” I grab another dirty mixing bowl to wash. “At ten in the morning?” I knit my brows together.
His head tilts. “No, it was noon.”
“I came over around ten after my Pilates class.”
He takes a few steps back. “No, I swear it was noon.”
I shake my head. “It was ten. And you weren’t there.”
He runs his hands down his chin. “I guess I had the time wrong.”
“So what friend was it?”
He shrugs his shoulders. “Someone that used to work with me.”
